My name is Daniel de Boar and I am a journalist - sort of. I work for the business section of one of London's less-well-known local rags. Despite my career shortfall, up until a year ago, I was a happily married man with the world at my feet, a beautiful lady (who happened to be an exceptionally good journalist) on my arm, and our whole lives ahead of us. If I had any problems at all they were of the mundane variety. And then one night, all that changed when I got the knock and the friendly policewoman told me my wife was dead.
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